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In the pitch black with the rain and wind hitting me sideways I found myself crouched down in the wet grass. I was somewhere along the ancient Ridgeway trail approximately 68 miles into the race. Unable to put one foot in front of the other, I had come to a standstill. Around me it was eerily silent but in my head a thunderous battle was raging; a battle between giving up or pushing on. The words in my head were so loud, they were almost deafening ‘Maybe I just can’t run 100 miles….’
This was to be my third attempt at running 100 miles. It wasn’t originally a race I had planned but I’d had to withdraw at mile 60 mile of South Downs Way 100 in June with an on-going knee injury. This was such a disappointment as up until that point of the race I felt really strong and had been running well. Once I had finished wallowing in self-pity, Coach Fifty and I decided that I needed to put these demons to bed, so I put my name on the waiting-list for the Autumn 100.
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